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Witness Love
be
and build bandwagons
as beacons.

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Even Brexit can’t eat itself

Most Brexiteers are frustrated to find their designs meeting with constant and apparently unforeseen difficulties. Having purposefully narrowed, thickened, diluted and padded the national discourse with poison and wish potions; having pushed and pulled and bullied and blackmailed the agents until all available options are made completely unpalatable and untenable to all sides, they are all over the ether expressing their solemnities and indignations on discovering that their elastirigid red lines are, indeed, universally indigestible.

Many Brexiteers seem so frustrated by the complicated, expensive, risky, time-consuming nature of their futility as to be now acknowledging that the Brexit that they and the other seventeen point four million somehow indivisibly want is really not beneficially possible but, because they are wholly insistent that wanting it badly enough means that it surely must be possible, they still prefer to dig their heels in instead of sensibly addressing all of the demonstrable and connected whys it isn’t. This is because it would mean them having to not just give up, give over, give in but to openly accept and express that staying in the European Union and engaging in shaping it so that it fits and suits us better is not only necessary but pragmatic and even somewhat desirable‬.

The best way that Brexiteers could both save some face and save the UK would be for them to start acknowledging the democratic, no-brainer merit in passing the final say back to the people. Then, when tangible sense is returned and brightens our horizon, Brexiteers can pretend to be the vanquished valiant and spend their public lives saying “if” a lot or they can fade into the graceful obscurity that they will not have earned but that the rest of us will certainly deserve..

Good Beltane

Fertile
Filling
Salamanders
Full of
Willing
Waxing
Line
And circle
Gelling
Belly
Swelling
Life arising
Coupled
Growing
Strong
And supple
Green
Uncurling
Ideas
Burning
Sparking
Kindled
     *
New is
Bursting
Through
And forth
And out
And up
In longing
Unto
Gentle rain
And nearing
Sun
As flowering
Is quickening
        *
Exhilaration
Come
     ***
[2014]

The status quo is the devil we know

The status quo is the devil we know
It’s the baby in the bath
Where the mainstream flows
It’s the well-worn path
Where the moderate goes
It’s the centre stage
Of a telling that shows
Being on the same page
As a gauge [*taps nose*]
Of tradition in the trends
In the democratic prose
Where the strength to bend
From the common joint grows
As a jumping-off point
To accommodate the ratios.
And stasis may be bruising
And its comfort can be cold
But the treadmill keeps us moving
Sure enough to bring the bold
And a reference that is shared
Is our collected hope and sorrow
And a population better spared
Its villains on the borrow
So the devil in the detail
Is the detail we should know
As the acorns we are hailing
Are the oak trees of tomorrow.